1. Every poem in you laments!
Our anger has died in our depths!

2. We are a people, whenever souls
Are shed, speeches are exhausted

3. In our sheaths there are no rods
Rods appeared in their eyelids

4. History has folded our page
And the eminent disappeared in its folds

5. So ascend to Allah, Oh Aleppo
Among the dead there is no one who jumps

6. All those whose tears have flowed
In France their condition is wondrous

7. Their faces have traveled there
And with the gray-haired they wear the veil